“Weaves mystery and romance in a very compelling way.”
—Palmetto Review
“Weaves mystery and romance in a very compelling way.”
—Palmetto Review
“Refreshingly surprising story that is fast paced and intelligent.”
—Dustin Pourfy, Gold Star Review
“Refreshingly surprising story that is fast paced and intelligent.”
—Dustin Pourfy, Gold Star Review
“A wonderful tale... A must read.”
—Jack Magnus, Readers’ Favorite
“A wonderful tale... A must read.”
—Jack Magnus, Readers’ Favorite
“A fascinating take on the afterlife.”
—Edgar®-winning author G. Miki Hayden
“A fascinating take on the afterlife.”
—Edgar®-winning author G. Miki Hayden
“Excellent handling of a dysfunctional family...”
—Author Victoria Christopher-Murray
“Excellent handling of a dysfunctional family...”
—Author Victoria Christopher-Murray
“Roni Teson is a gifted storyteller…”
—Author Karen Coccioli
“Roni Teson is a gifted storyteller…”
—Author Karen Coccioli
about
Roni Teson is a two-time Readers’ Favorite award-winning novelist and the recipient of the Dante Rosetti First Place Award for YA Suspense Romance. Her relationship with writing and her love for creating stories took hold after a stage IV cancer diagnosis in 2010. Good news, she’s alive and well and recently returned to school, receiving an M.A. in Creative Writing at Wilkes University, experiencing life as a student and evolution as a writer. Roni lives and writes from her home on the coast of Southern California.
writer, creator, a work in progress
Sunset Beach
Seagulls dive headfirst into the Pacific Ocean, a violent yet beautiful acrobatic show. Where the sky touches the sea, an island appears to float, a barrier between air and water barely visible through smog. I sit outside on the balcony with a hot cup of coffee, listening to crashing waves, looking at Catalina Island, reminiscing about my last trip there, and the resident psychic who took a run...
The Aunts
I took my aunts to the casino a few weeks ago, but in reality, they took me. Aunt Linda is 82 and Aunt Sammie is 75—eighty is the new sixty. Everybody still drives and walks on their own and everybody certainly has a windy mouth on their face, including me. So, Aunt Sammie drove like a maniac because I arrived at her house at 7 a.m. instead of six, moving slow, feeling the onset of a cold. But...
I’m so Lucky
Eight years have passed since I accomplished my dream of living in the front row at the beach. My brother told me he’d rather have some distance from the ocean over fear of a tidal wave. “I want a good head start,” he said. That fear transferred to me for a second. “A Tsunami? With Catalina blocking the way…” I promised myself a treat, a full year of waking to crashing waves, ocean...
contact
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